The doubled hands is already proving to be magical as Finnick is touched in several places at once. He moans, open-mouthed. His own hands roam up and down Angel's back, scratching at it gently, before gripping his waist, which barely fills up the circumference of his grip. His body is very long and thin and while Finnick is a pro at pleasuring humans, he is a bit at a loss for what will feel nice to a spider demon body.

"You can pull my hair," he murmurs between kisses. "And tell me what you like."